What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

In love we are all fools alike.

Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.

What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.

Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.